by bobwhite
Author's note: This is hardly literature you would be reading if you are offended by graphic descriptions of impossible sex. But, if you are one of those people, then stop reading now and get back to whatever site it is you meant to go to.
Summer float trips are a blast, especially when you're as talented as I am. Going on a camping and canoeing trip on the 4th of July weekend, or Labor day, or even Memorial day, means fun for everyone involved. The river cools you off, the sun gives you a tan, there's tons of beer, everybody is in various stages of drunkenness, and of course, it's a total babe-fest.
Where else will you find hot teens and 20-somethings from 4 states around wearing next to nothing for a whole weekend, unless you go to the beach? And, beaches are sometimes too public for my tastes. Plus, I love the river. But, my canoeing talent is, at best, amateur-level. That's not my talent.
You see, I can control minds, bodies,—you name it. I can alter growth hormones and metabolism to alter a person's whole physique, and hell, I can even set up mental fields for fun. How did I get this talent? No real magic was involved, no forbidden ancient Druidic rituals, no freak lightening-related accidents. I just got it one day. And, no, no aliens. That's nuts. Let's just say there's things that go on deep underground by the highest-ranking Illinois state officials that are best left unsaid. Well, we can also say that if Wisconsin ever tries to invade Illinois, then about 7 folks like me will have some fun with those cheese-heads. But I digress.
Take this last Independence Day weekend. There were babes from hundreds of miles around, all wanting to float, drink, drink, sleep, drink, float, and drink some more. Well, this year, a kindly DJ and his buds made it easy for me to have too much fun. They organized a camp-wide wet T-shirt contest. With about 1200 people camping, this ensured at least 50 or so super-hot chicks just waiting to show off... and be "touched" by yours truly.
It started easy enough. Because of my persuasive manner (hehehe), I was able to stand amidst the 40 or so contestants, each one a work of art. The first few were typical... a wet shirt, dancing to the music. Then, one flashed the crowd. The next one took her shirt off. Then two danced together... when they rubbed their tits together, I inserted a command that made sure they'd have fun with each other that night. The next one up, though, took my attention, and, well, got the party started!
She had dark hair, C-cup tits, stood about 5 foot 8 inches, and a perfect ass. She started to tease and lift her shirt early, and her beautifully tanned skin really caught my eye. I let her sway to the music as I groped the surrounding girls, making some cum on the spot and giving others slight boob jobs. As she took her shirt off, I got my first idea. Sending out a command, every girl in the party would have super-sensitive nipples for... well, forever. It would take only a couple of minutes of stimulation to cause a huge orgasm. I watched for the dancer's reaction...
As the crowd cheered her on, she grabbed her titties and lightly pinched her nipples. Hahaha! She nearly came to her knees at the sensation! As cold water was poured on, she was visually losing concentration. At this point, the short, stacked (thanks to me) blonde girl I was fondling found herself on her knees, pulling down my shorts. As she did, so did the dancer, much to her surprise. I could see that she didn't want to go that far, and she looked worried that she could not stop. But, she kept dancing, trying furiously to get her hands and body to obey her. Too late, babe, you're the star attraction, I sent to her. I allowed her to find me, and shot her a grin. She kicked her shorts off, revealing her red thong.
As the blonde with (now) DD-cup tits (which looked great on her 5 foot 3 inch frame) began to rub my balls and lick my hardening cock, the girl found herself bending over, giving the audience a great view of her still-clothed snatch. Then, she reached under herself and began to rub the crotch with her fingers. I could see the red color darkening and I knew she was getting turned on. Minutes later, she assumed the doggie position and, still rubbing herself, reached over her ass and teased her asshole. I changed the sensation from painful to the same she'd have rubbing her clit, and her glorious ass began to gyrate up and down. With the water beading on her beautiful tanned skin and the girl on my cock having an orgasm every time I pinched her nipples, I decided to get down to business.
I headed back to my tent, away from the party. But, blondie went up to the stage. Once I arrived in my tent, I disrobed and laid down on my air mattress, and took complete control of Julie, the blonde. Michelle, the one on stage, was still programmed to be masterbating through her underware. Seeing through Julie's eyes, I commanded Michelle to stand back up on the raised stage, but to keep dancing. Then, I/Julie turned around to the crowd and arranged several lucky nights for the guys around. The girls outnumbered the guys by about 20 or so, so I made sure that the guys who hadn't gotten much lately get some threesomes. They would all remember this as a wild, drunken time. I also ensured no "accidents" would occur, and I sent anyone with a disease to their tent to make sure nobody came out with the clap, or worse.
As the horny girls milled around looking for their dates for the night, Julie approached the stage. At my bidding, Michelle squatted down far enough for Julie to grab her thong with her teeth. Soon, it was off, and Julie tasted Michelle's sweet, shaved pussy. I/Julie looked up to see a very confused and slightly afraid Michelle—she didn't care for girls and could not understand why she was doing this, why she wasn't stopping it, and why nobody cared what was going on. Soon, though, Julie's tongue found it's mark on Michelle's clit, and she began to care less and less. Julie reached up and inserted a finger in Michelle's sopping twat, and Michelle lubed a finger with her own spit and reached around and entered her own ass. With her other hand, she tortured her nipples while Julie did the same to her own huge boobs. Right as Michelle approached orgasm, though, I blocked it, and had Julie tell her verbally to get dressed and follow.
By the time they arrived at camp, Michelle was visibly troubled. Julie was completely under my spell, so when she got to the tent, she immediately got naked and started orally servicing my raging hard-on. I turned on the light and had a little talk with Michelle.
"Michelle, you won't scream or draw attention to us, nor will you try to escape from or hurt me. You will be completely honest and will do whatever I say. Now, wasn't that fun on stage?
"How are you doing this?" she asked, much quieter than she intended.
"Doing what? You stripped, all I did was made sure you gave everyone a great show. In a minute or two, we'll fuck and it'll be the best you've ever had, or will ever have. I'll even pay you."
"I'm not a whore, sir." She was surprised to hear herself call me sir. "I'm married, my husband's down there now..."
"Your husband is going to be on the bottom of two girls tonight. It's going to be a fun night with no consequences, I promise. Now off with your clothes."
"I will not strip for you, I want my husband," she said as her top and bra came off. "Damn it, stop, please, sir." Off with the shoes and shorts. I shot another load of arousal at her so hard she nearly came. "Sir, please, don't make me do this, let me find my husband, I'm..."
"So horny you've soaked your panties?" I said with a smirk as Julie just learned how to deep-throat.
"Yesssssss" she said. As soon as she lowered her panties, she was panting with desire, and when she kicked them off, she exploded into orgasm. "Ungnhhhhhhhhhh please please let me go..."
"As soon as we fuck. First, let's discuss price. How would you like me to perfect your body?"
"Whaaaat are you talkinggg about?" she muttered. When I explained myself, she became skeptical.
"OK, I'll prove it. Look at your left tit." As I said that, it grew to a DD cup, mismatching the other one. The nipple stood out a full inch. "Squeeze it 5 times."
She reached up, and just grazing the skin of the one big tit made her shudder. Then, after squeezing the nipple the 5th time, she came hard. "Hooowww did you ddooooo thattt?" she slithered, still rubbing her nipple.
"Does it matter? Do you like it? Name your price. You can't cum again until you do." At this, I shot a load down Julie's mouth, causing her to cum so hard she convulsed for a minute or so.
Michelle was trying to get off again, holding her newly huge tit so she could lick her new nipple with one hand, and fucking herself with three fingers in her gash (and sneaking one out every now and then to play with her new clit-like asshole) with the other. She was getting higher and higher but could not peak. I like to torture them like this because it's fun to watch, and they get so horny they ask for things they'd never ask for if they weren't on the verge of orgasm.
Finally, with great effort, she stopped and caught her breath. "Make them both big, E cups, with nipples just this big. Just then, she felt a tingling, more so in her small boob than the bigger one. They began to swell! The skin grew with them so there would be no stretch marks, and I even improved her muscles to make it possible to carry them around. "I don't want to have to shave again, either, anything below my neck." Instantly, the hair atrophied into her system, leaving smooth skin. "I also want to be able to tighten my snatch whenever I want, and I want my ass to keep feeling like it is now!" Granted.
Here, I'd just created a sex machine, and it was time to test-drive her. I was on my back, and I had Julie mount me-it's only fair, she'd been sucking on me for 30 minutes or so. Her newly enhanced leg and ab muscles made her a fucking machine. I had Michelle sit on my face, facing Julie. I pushed them to kiss and fondle each other, and between Julie squeezing her nipples (5 times gets and orgasm, boy, will that be fun for Michelle!) and me sucking her clit, pussy, and licking her asshole, she came a dozen times before I shot my load into Julie. At my prompting, they both began to clean off my cock with their tongues.
"Can I go now?" Michelle asked when she gathered her senses enough to remember her situation.
"We haven't fucked yet." Then, against her will, she crawled on top of a prone Julie and sat on her face. Looking at the beautiful pussy she was about to eat, she began to protest. "No no no I don't like girls letmmmfff" was all she got out before her mouth landed on Julie's waiting snatch, completing the 69 with Michelle on top. Soon, they were both lapping each other, using fingers, grunting, sweating... damn! I really should bring a camera next time. Quietly, I snuck up behind Michelle and entered her quivering cunt.
"Ughhhhh!" she moaned, and quickly clamped down on my cock. With Julie at her clit, Michelle was cumming so fast that the orgasms were blending together. After a few minutes, though, I pulled out and put my head at the entrance to her tight rosebud. My cock was soaked with her juices, and because of her asshole's new sensation (that of a clit!), she began to beg for it. So, I rammed it home, causing her and Julie to scream in orgasm. Then I started the motion, and had Julie ram 4 fingers in Michelle's clam. At this point, I blocked all of their orgasms and tied them into mine.
After 5 minutes of tight ass-fucking, I let loose a load of cum on Michelle's back. Just then, they all screamed in erotic delight. Later in the night, I sent the two on thier way, and John—Michelle's husband—was sent a command via Michelle to accept and understand the new changes in his wife. She'd have a long and lust-filled career in the stripping industry. Not as glamorous as her current office job, but much more lucrative.
The next day, most of the campsites were packing up. Each girl retained her hyper-sensitive nipples (though not to the extent of Michelle), pussies, and would have the same ass-fucking sensations as Michelle now had. As nearby naked teenage girls campers packed my truck for me, each one taking a turn sucking my cock, I reflected on this float trip and how much better the lives I affected would be. When I blew my wad in the 7th girl's mouth, they all came, and then got dressed and went to their campsite. As they left, I learned that they were staying for a week, and as soon as they got to their tent, well, let's just say that they'd get a great idea: daisy chain!
I snuck in on one of the teens, observing through her eyes but not controlling her. They had already forgotten blowing me and packing my gear, but as soon as they got to their tent, they all gasped as their budding titties each grew to a full D cup! Then, they swooned and began to rub themselves in all the right places, getting instantly horny, but not knowing why. I sent them all an orgasm after several minutes—little did they know that from now on, anytime any girl ever entered their tent, they'd get super-horny and would fuck anyone who they saw.
Within minutes, two of them 69ed. Then, a third wanted in, and the chain began! After a couple of minutes, each girl had her head buried in the pussy right before her, lapping at the slit, rubbing the clit with their thumbs, and inserting as many fingers as would fit. Anal probing soon followed, and they fucked for the next hour or so. I sent a final command to camp often in that tent and to invite boys whenever they could.
Go on a float trip, folks. It's loads of fun.
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